Chapter 10: The Axe Murderer is Mine

A/N: AXE MURDERER ON THE LOOSE! IT WAS ON CNN! DON'T LEAVE YOUR HOUSE WITHOUT SOMEONE ELSE! DON'T GO TO SLEEP WITHOUT THE LIGHTS ON! IT'S LIZZIE GORDON!

Okay, sorry, it's just me and my useless ramblings. It's just that L/G rocks my socks (it better rock everyone else's too), and I love writing this story. This is a longer chapter, thanks to all of your nice reviews. Last chapter, I promise, but it's full of nonsense, flirting and fluff, so I must warn you, if you are not a fan of those three things (like who's not?), don't read ahead...

Okay, moving on now...

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Lizzie's POV

"...so you planned this elaborate scheme just because you thought I didn't like you back?" Gordo laughed so hard that I thought his head was going to fall off. Seriously.

I pouted. "It's not that funny. You're a good actor, you hide your feelings really good."

He stopped laughing. "That's 'really well', Lizzie. Not good."

I smacked him with a pillow. "Only you would interrupt a romantic moment, Gordo. Only you."

"You call this 'romantic'? Please!" He hit me with another pillow.

"Well, I didn't think you were capable of getting any more romantic." I smiled.

He looked insulted. "Are you saying that I can't get more romantic than a pathetic attempt at a pillow fight?" He scoffed. "I can get much deeper than that."

I chuckled. "Yeah, right, Gordo."

His joking tone turned a little more serious. "You wanna see how romantic I can get?"

"Uh... sure." I said, plopping down on his couch. "But I'll let you know, you have absolutely no impact on me. You could kiss me right now and I wouldn't feel a thing, because I'd know you did it to show me that you could, not because there was a 'moment'. So there, Mr.-"

He cradled my chin in his hands and kissed me softly.

I giggled. "Is that the best you can do?"

He shrugged. "Pretty much."

"Well, at least you're better at flirting than you are at kissing." I said, fighting the urge to laugh.

"Hey, don't you remember the kiss I gave you yesterday?" He said defensively. "That was intense."

"Sorry, but I don't really remember the feeling. Just remember that you kissed me."

"Oh, how I despise you! I put my life, all my strength, all of my feelings into that kiss, and you don't remember it."

I giggled. "That's what happens when you two-time an axe murderer and an amnesia-fied psycho."

"I think the amnesia-fied psycho was much nicer than the assassin I'm talking to right now."

I raised my eyebrows. "Hey! I thought you liked me better!"

He grinned. "I do."

"I knew it. You just can't resist the lure of me. I was the only thing on your mind, and you thought about me every waking minute. You think I'm so perfect and so great that you could dream forever about me. It's my charm."

"Then why is it that no one but I fell for your so called 'charm'?"

"Because you're the one." I whispered, slipping my hand into his. As soon as the words flew out of my mouth, I regretted it.

Or did I...

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Gordo's POV

This was it. I had been fighting the urge to kiss Lizzie how I had intended to do the first time, and it was killing me in suspense. This was the perfect moment. No one was speaking, she was holding my hand, and that romantic tension was still hanging in the air.

So, why not?

I kissed her. Hard. Very, very, very hard. And she kissed back. It was a better kiss than in those chick flicks Lizzie always watched. It felt so right, like we were soul mates or something.

'Hang on a second, Gordon.' I stopped myself. 'Did I just think 'soul mates'? Is Lizzie my soul mate?'

It's amazing about the things that can go through a guy's mind while he's experiencing the best moment of his life.

Then reality struck me.

Was this real? Was I really kissing, well, actually, making out with Lizzie? I'd dreamt it, I'd thought of it, but was it actually happening? Was I really holding her? Was she really playing with my curls?

Was I really involved in the hugest lip lock of the century?

Me, Gordo?

Cool.

This was way different from the first time I'd kissed her. I'd been so intent on her, how she smelled, how she tasted and stuff, but this time was different. It was better. I didn't *have* to care about all of those weird things. I was so free spirited.

I didn't have to think. I was just a spirit.

Whoa, can one girl have such a huge impact on me that I turn from a living, breathing guy to a nonexistent thing?

Only Lizzie.

And, in the middle of being 'free spirited', I realized that I hadn't breathed for a full minute.

I snapped away from her, gasping for air. She did the same.

"See," I whispered, and took another deep breath. "that's the most romantic I can get."

She looked at the floor. "Okay, so I was wrong about you." She smiled. "You are a really good kisser, Gordo."

I grinned. She had just called me a good kisser.

A GOOD KISSER!?!?!?

"But, I have to ask, why would you ever kiss an axe murderer named Lizzie?" She looked deep into my eyes.

"Because..." I started, leaning into her. "The axe murderer is mine."

She giggled uncontrollably. "Dare to kiss her again?" She whispered.

"Only if she doesn't chop my head off."

Lizzie's eyes sparkled. "Deal."

And we kissed again.

THE END!!!!

A/N: I loved this story. How about you? It's probably one of my most favorite things I've ever written. Review please!!! Ciao, and now Romeo and Juliet is officially off hiatus!